#i should draw it hngg

[letternotekisses]

Hngg I need more assistant reader, the way you write is so scrumptious. I’m curious how akande would share her with moira, since moira is so work oriented and ‘professional’ so to speak.

Moira is definitely slower to approach the whole ordeal in general - much like Amelie. She’s very much consumed within her work to even think about your presence. Akande introduces you with small tasks - picking up documents from Moira’s lab or sending you to check up on her progress rather than himself. It’s a slow start, but steadily Moira becomes accustomed to your presence.

At first she’s tolerant. Much like how she is with everyone else - she’s happy to make you squirm with empty promises of experimentation or wave you off with a cold disposition. But your presence while she works steadily becomes more frequent - and even whilst her attention is monopolised Moira finds herself responding in kind to your innocent and curious questions. You know next to nothing about her projects or her work in general, yet she’s patient and thorough in her explanations.

Eventually she becomes more intrigued with you to the point where she starts preparing for your visits, because she knows you like to loiter a little longer then you should when Akande sends you. Your body doubling sometimes actually expedites her work on occasion - so it never really bothers him that much.

Moira has eyes like a hawk, and if you’re swept off your feet with annoying requests from the Talon grunts who think they can pester you into doing menial tasks for them, she’s quick to draw a chair out for you and bundle some snacks and drinks into your lap. You playfully tell her she’s warming up to you. She insists it’s nonsense and that you can’t do your job properly if you pass out.

But she never eats the snacks tucked away, nor does she take a drink from the mini fridge for herself. Why would she? They’re for you.

And that’s exactly when she realises she’s been snared. But Moira isn’t upset at it - you’re of no hindrance to her work - so she allows herself to enjoy your company. (And technically shared ownership of a previous lab rabbit named Lucky. If you know, you know)

You don’t help yourself by consistently bringing her a coffee and a neatly decorated cake in the early mornings, dipping your pinkie finger into the cream to steal a taste right out from under her nose. You always drape yourself over her desk just right, nosying in her work while she’s nosying down your shirt.

You’re raising her sugar levels and her blood pressure all at once. And she’s absolutely convinced you’ll be the death of her.

So when you’re then bent over said desk, tight skirt hiked up your thighs so she can rip a ladder in your tights when she tugs them down, neatly manicured nails (the colour she let you pick out) digging into the fat of your hips as she traces her tongue over your needy pussy through the pretty purple panties she’s convinced you wore for her - how on Earth can you blame her?

[subskz]

will esteeméd queen rin subskz ever get tired of tumblr user grindset barking in her inbox? stay tuned 😏

BUT DAISY,,,, PURRHAPS A BITCH IS BAWLING 🥹 naur the way you write felix is a fucking problem actually you canNAWT have me outchea this soft hngg in my beta female era fr,,, his duality of innocent bbygrill vs. horny tiddy obsessed mf got me frothing at the mouth

when y/n put the daisy in his hair STFUUU i’ll sob you think igaf?!?! you end yr fics saur fucken good every time like hol up lemme hang around for round 2 🫡 anywhomstve feeling saur blest wit how much yr feeding us lately ily babie kiss mwah smooch

you’ll be kept waiting for a veryyy long time then bc the day i get tired of you is the day channie admits to writing drive and explains the lyrics to us in great detail 🙏

beta female era is SENDING ME 😭😭😭 it’s an honor to know that reading daisy could draw out those soft feelings in you hehe no one is immune to lixie baby boy <3 thank you so much for your sweet words angel i’m so happy you enjoyed it and that you like the way he was written! lix having a subtle pervert streak underneath that cute innocent exterior is always a fun concept~

i’m the one who should feel blessed w the way you always brighten my days w your feedback ㅠㅠ thank you again my love i hope i can keep writing fics that you enjoy!! ily so dearly MWAH 😽💗

[concave-asscheeks]

the entire wishes section (for the space asks)

Comet: What’s your big dream? 

this is gonna sound super cheesy but i really wanna make ppl feel better w my art......that would be super cool to me.... it would be amazing to hear if someone ever told me my work helped them a lil when they were going through a rough time.............

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?

living in a cozy apartment w lotsa plants and cats, spending my time on something i really enjoy!!!

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t?

mmmm i really dont know..... i cant think of anything aa sorry 

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?

honestly?? nothing.. im pretty satisfied with how things went up until now!! they allowed me to grow into the person i am today and im ok with that! still got some stuff to work on but its good to have some objectives in life imo

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be?

i had this milk carton-shaped pencil case and it had my fav pencils and eraser and brushes in it AND I LOST IT IF YOURE OUT THERE IM STILL THINKING ABOUT YOU PLEASE COME BACK BABY I MISS YOU

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?

honestly 10yrs is a long time so i really dont know, but i really hope that ill still be doing art by then!! preferably professionally!! i hope ill have gotten better at animation too, thatd be sweet

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?

sit on the roof of a building and just chill out!!! preferably with nice weather, maybe with a snack or something....or maybe at night just to get some fresh air and look at the moon... i rlly wanna try that once lmao

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be?

mmmmmyself.... i havent rly met a person id wanna spend the rest of my life w yet haha........ im also scared we’ll end up growing apart or smth and i rly dont want them to be stuck w me forever if that happens :^)

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t?

I WANT TO BE TALLER PLEASE I GET USED AS AN ARMREST AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see?

the sky...................

thank you for askingheres the post if anyone wants to ask anything else!

[tomurasprincess]

After reading that one anon with the villian Deku and the Bakugou sister, I know Bakugou would want to save her which I mean the only way would be.... 🥵🥵😵🤯. I never thought I needed to read something so much in my life. If you or anyone writes this I might die happy. - blushy 🐺

Warnings: Noncon, double penetration in same hole, incest, kidnapping, bondage, yandere Note: From this post here.

Bakugou wants to rage and scream at the sight before him, at the sight of his former classmate and rival pounding into his little sister’s dripping pussy. You’re dangling from the ceiling in chains, blood dripping in between your breasts to hit the floor.

“Well then, Kacchan, what will it be?” Deku laughs mockingly, the former nickname coming out as an insult. “Are you going to let your sister die, abandon her, or,” he draws the word out as his smirk gets wider, “are you going to join me in fucking her little cunt?”

Bakugou walks forward in a haze, not wanting to do what he’s about to do but wanting to leave you alone with Deku even less. Your eyes are wide with fear and hope, staring at him as if you think he’s going to save you. “Katsuki,” you whine pathetically. “Please help me - “

Deku lifts your legs up and wraps them around his waist, spreading the cheeks of your ass to show Bakugou where your bodies are connected. At the sight of your wetness dribbling down Deku’s cock, he can’t stop himself from shivering and his cock going rock hard.

“I think to prove you really mean this, you should take this cunt too. There’s still room, and if not - we can always make some room.” 

Bakugou’s eyes flutter closed as he unzips his pants, taking his cock out and stroking himself. If he thinks about it any harder, he knows he’ll lose his courage. And so without considering what he’s about to do, he lines himself up with your pussy and begins to push in. 

“Katsuki - no, why, it hurts,” you sob as you try to squirm away, but both men hold you down tightly. Bakugou grunts as he forces his way past your tight muscles, feeling you stretch and flutter around him. It’s a tight fit with Deku’s cock still inside of you, but he can’t deny how amazing it feels.

He bottoms outside of you, cock pressing hard against Deku’s in a way that he’s ashamed to admit doesn’t feel as bad as he would want it to. “I’m so sorry, sis,” he whispers in your ear as he begins to move inside of you.

Fuck it feels so good, he thinks to himself, groaning as your walls flex and tighten around his cock. 

“Hngg, don’t be sorry,” Deku groans as he begins to move, his balls slapping hard against your skin. “Your little sister’s cunt feels amazing, and she’s cum so much around my cock that I don’t think she minds - “

The veins along Deku’s cock also rub against his own, causing constant pleasure to shoot up his spine. He knows he’s not going to last when he hears you whine and flutter around him. 

“Shit, nii-chan, please - “

He reaches to rub your throbbing little clit, and when he feels your walls pulse around him, he’s not able to stop himself from finishing along with you. Your walls get even tighter and he feels Deku begin to twitch as he cums.

I came inside my little sister, he thinks to himself in horror, I came inside my little sister. 

And then Deku is moving inside of you again, and he decides to stop thinking and simply feel instead.

Deku is right about one thing, at least. His little sister’s cunt does feel amazing.

[ellrond]

to play devil's advocate bc im a kidnap fam supporter (but your opinion is so valid bestie everyone views things differently)

the draw for me is in the redemption and messiness. im a sucker for a good redemption arc and Tolkien writes in the Silm that Maglor regretted his deeds and was sick and weary of the Oath (which has interesting parallels to how Tolkien describes how the orcs feel about Morgoth...but I digress...)

and anyway Tolkien writes that he took pity on them, raised them, and that love grew between them 'as little might be thought' -- and the 'between' is key here for me because it implies that Elrond & Elros loved him back.

There's obvs a lot of really juicy directions writers can take this because the stockholm! implications! are great actually!! but I personally just really like it because a) i'm a sucker for redemption plotlines and b) it puts a nice little pushpin in the beginning of Elrond's character development as someone with infinite kindness and infinite patience who knows and believes that people aren't all bad or all good -- and it adds to some fun angst complexity further down the line of everyone treating M&M like his kidnappers (they're correct!!) but Elrond genuinely loving them and viewing them as fathers and being unable to speak of them like that or grieve properly -- just hngg.

I personally am not a fan of the squishy gooshy cutesy kidnap fam stuff tho. Like Mae and Mags are mass murderers and v fucked up and in no way are super fit parents and there were def a lot of things that the twins experienced and/or were exposed to that they should not have been. But I like the idea that Mae&Mags did care for them and were doing their best. (and also there's fun um....Mae implications for him trying to assuage his own guilt about Elured and Elurin in a really fucked up way)

Anyway sorry this is your kidnap fam propaganda post feel free to delete asdlkghjkl i just wanted to jump in on the discussion because I adore M&M and E&E from the bottom of my whole ass.

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(Jokes aside we have the same info and understanding and conclusions, it’s just I don’t like it and you do! And thankfully I have Elros to project onto and can interpret one of the reasons for him choosing mortality is because of the hatred he still felt for Maedhros and Maglor and made sure he chose the path that wouldn’t cross theirs again in this life and the next)

[unolvrs]

Buddhist anon here again! I forgot to read the links but I did now. I disagree with essentially everything the post because their essentially blaming the Jedi for not stopping every wrong doing and assuming that the Jedi have a lot more political power when they really don't. They're expecting a tiny minority group that have at most 10,000 ppl including the kids and non active Jedi to be able to take care of most problems in a galaxy where there are trillions of people. They should instead blame the galaxy to refuse to stand up for themselves and who expect everyone else to do something and fight for them. The galaxy viewed the Jedi as miracle makers instead of people and expected them to be all things to everything, to be political revolutionaries but staying out of politics at the same time, to be social workers, investigators, to be everything the galaxy needed someone to be.

Tldr, The Jedi are not the only people in the galaxy and they are a tiny minority in a sea of hundreds of trillions of beings in the Republic, tens of thousands of worlds. The Jedi weren't complacent, but everyone else. All those trillions of people not holding their own governments responsible, not making sure their representatives in the Senate were serving the people, being more interested in getting what they could for themselves. The Jedi were helpers, to assist the people, not to do all the work for them.

Its pretty late where I'm at so I'm going to sleep and I'll probably explain more tomorrow.

sorry for the late response! i was busy but i've been itching to respond to this for weeks now. i just didn't have the time. this is going to be long bc i didn't organize my thoughts and am just ranting bc i love jedi politics and their flaws. i love how realistic they're portrayed hngg.

unfortunately, i completely agree with the links that i've shared because the point is that the jedis promised and literally exist for the balance of the galaxy and the protection of them all. they literally preach it, live it, exist because of it. it's not about political power or having little numbers but it's because of the fact that they can help, they have the ability to help, and they promised to help. the jedi order exists to keep the peace in the galaxy.

"The Order tends to be what it needs to be for any particular time. Sometimes, we're warriors, fighting the forces of evil. Sometimes, we govern. Sometimes, we do the opposite—drawing inward, studying the Force and its mysteries. Sometimes, we explore. Sometimes, we do all of those things. And sometimes… We are carved down to almost nothing. Those who are left must bear the responsibility of being one last bit of light in a galaxy filled with endless dark."―Elzar Mann, to Luke Skywalker

"They should instead blame the galaxy to refuse to stand up for themselves and who expect everyone else to do something and fight for them." ― on this note, you can't really blame the victims for being incapable of standing up for themselves because that's what they are: the victims. and they can't just hold their governments accountable because they don't have the power to do that because, as i've stated, they're the victims. victims cannot just magically stand up for their abusers, especially in a scale as large as the government, but the jedi promised to help, but refuse to do so when they are needed.

and the galaxy only views jedi as miracle workers because that is how they portrayed themselves as. you can see it with the way they pick up young children (toddlers and babies), and the parents agree to it most of the time under the assumption that their children are "going to be heroes", "be safer under their guidance", etc, etc. imo, that can never be justified. i don't really care about the whole "they might turn rogue", "they might become sith", "they're safer with the jedis", there's still something inherently wrong with taking children from parents and how they reject the ones who are too old.

the jedi are only seen as miracle workers because that's how they show themselves as. they make promises about keeping the galaxy safe but fail most of the time. and i get that it's because they aren't perfect but that doesn't mean you can't hold them accountable. because people in power should always be held accountable, especially when they make promises and they have magical powers and make a religion out of it.

kotor shows how much the jedi is fucked in the head tbh. like idk what the jedis were on back in kotor, just ... what the hell guys.

anyway, i'd love to know what you guys think about the whole jedi thing ^^ because i personally enjoy talking about them :D

[leponceau]

My first Julian x Apprentice smut and fluff!

Or any smut and fluff for that matter! Please be gentle with me I'm really a wee little babe in arms when it comes to fanfic.

(it's a oneshot)

(which is how i imagine julian to be like)

(like you know he does a one shot and boom you're pregnant)

(ok I'll just shut up and write)

(just wanna thank @4biddenleeches for the inspiration! and @arcana-choices for sharing the scenes!)

(how do I do those after the cut things!)

(please give me feedback, bad or good - it's the only way i can improve!)

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Setting: at Mazelinka's home

Kind of in line with what happened but deviates a bit?

Sorry I'm a total noob

Is it right to say lemon?

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I can't believe I kissed him when all I was supposed to do was to feed him soup.

But his lips were glowing rose red against his pale creamy skin... and oh how the colour leapt to his cheeks when our lips met.. oh, if only Mazelinka hadn't come in...

When she asked me if I wanted to sleep with him or in the cubby hole, what was I supposed to say?

And so I meekly settled for the cubby hole. 

Ilya. Even the Cyrillic syllables taste like honey on my lips. But it feels like I've known him forever. Two things in life don’t lie - love and magic. I guess this is what love at first sight feels like - the invisible thread tying us together. I can see it, but can he? I can see ourselves together, warming our toes by the hearth while tangled up in sheets, kissing each other by the lamplight, but does he?

I can't breathe, with the thought of him mere inches away from me. We're separated by that moth-eaten curtain that shows more than it’s supposed to hide. Like my face, I think wryly.

I can still hear him moving around the room, flitting like a bird in a cage. A clink, and his boot drops on the floor. And then the other boot. A rustle of his overcoat, a stretch of leather - it's almost too much to bear. I close my eyes, listening, imagining my hands on his hips, his thighs, my lips on his mouth, moving downwards - 

Just peep. He won't know anyway. Go on, you may never get this chance again. It's just a look. Nothing's going to happen, right?

I silently draw back the folds of the curtain, my flushed face peeping. In the dim light, I catch a glimpse of his auburn hair and his eyepatch strapped across his tousled head. He lifts the eyepatch off and lets it fall to the floor. I've seen his red sclera while his eyepatch shifted we were running from the guards. The magic within me senses some wound buried deep in his memory. I want to reach out, comfort him, hold him...

My rumination is broken when I see him reach over his shoulders and toss his chemise on the bed. He's in his breeches now, barefoot. He shifts, bending slightly. Despite myself, I lean forward, eager for more when I -

"Enjoying the view, my dear?"

I startle, crashing through the curtain, thrown off by the timbre of his voice.

I land at his feet, just as he turns. My gaze slowly travels upwards. His feet, large and solidly planted against the floor. His calves, sinewy. His thighs, slender yet revealing just a hint of the strength that lies underneath. I force my gaze away. Up and up towards his ivory abs and chest, broad, speckled with ginger. His neck - sinuous, long, with the mark I've seen glow before. My gaze finally stops at his face, framed by his chiselled jaw, and his high cheekbones. Cheekbones I wished just minutes ago I could plant kisses along. His lips, sensuous against his pale face. I gaze into his eyes, one reddened like a poppy, the other calm, with glass grey eyes like a sheet of rain. His auburn hair, ablaze by the flickering candlelight.

Please don't smirk please don't smirk please don't -

He smirked. The damned plague doctor smirked.

How did he know I was peeping? As if he read my mind, he peered at me and grinned.

"There's a mirror. I could see your feet."

Damn. Asra always said I was clever, but I forgot real world physics.

Oh, he thinks he's so smart? I’m emboldened. I stand up, dust my clothes off and stride towards him. His eyes widen.

“I’m sorry, it was a joke, please don’t hur-”

Ears burning, blood rushing to my face. I won’t be so foolish when I’ve been given a second chance by the gods. The thread that I can see tying my heart to him glows. I stop, inches before his face. He swallows, his Adam apple visibly vibrating, intrigue written all over his face.

And then I reach up and kiss him. I close my eyes, and kiss him again, and again, and again. Biting his lips, tasting his essence, his very being, nuzzling my face in his chest, the scent of my desire intertwining with his musky sweat. He stands still. Is he going to push me away? Does he like this? Was I too presumptuous?

There's only one way to find out.

I touch him. He shudders, like a spring rattling with energy, waiting to be uncoiled. I touch his face, his cheek, his shoulders, his chest. I touch him like I’ve been starved of the sense of touch for my entire life and am just learning how it feels like to touch someone. I brush my hands down his back, down his chest, curling my fingers and threading it through the silky ginger hairs on his chest. I caress his nipples - Ilya sighs and closes his eyes, and moves his arms to encircle me.

“Drop them.”

Ilya starts, his eyes flying open. He can hear the raspiness in my voice, but he’s confused.

“I- I thought that...”

All my life, I’ve always been meek. Subservient. Even Asra made decisions for me - unconfident of myself and my abilities. But in Ilya, I somehow find the strength to dominate him, to take the lead. I grin at him.

“I didn’t say you could move. You only move when I tell you to, do what I tell you to.”

Ilya blushes. Somehow I think he’s enjoying this. Who would have thought that this suave, polished doctor would go to pieces being led?

“Oh, you can hold me any way you want. Just hold me, make use of me, I don’t mind. Just tell me what to do, say the word and I’ll do it.”

Ilya smiles, a slow, lazy smile of contentment creeping up his face. I move my hands to his breeches and thumb the waist line. He makes a strangled sound.

“I didn’t tell you to move, did I? Looks like you’ll have to be punished.”

He closes his eyes and stays still. I can see it’s taking every bit of his self-control not to hold me, to keep his hands clenched by his side, willing it to stay down. This should be fun.

I brush my fingertips over the bulge between his loins. He involuntarily starts but remembers my command and stays still with great effort. I rub my palm over his thighs, skip my hand lightly over his inner thighs and then move my focus back to his loins.

With a swift motion, I push him back to the bed. His legs stick out, his bottom on the bed, looking at me with hooded eyes and a blush staining his cheeks. I drop to my knees, face to his loins. I reach down his pants and free his sex. It’s certainly happy to see me - stiff, red and long, glistening in the candlelight. He groans.

I’ve never done this before, but I instinctively move my hands around his sex and kiss the tip. He throws his head back, and recalls himself.

“I promise I won’t make a sound - hng - just - hahh - kiss me and touch me any way you like. I promise, I’ll be good.”

My hands move faster and faster, fingers forming a ring around his sex and stroking it, varying my speed. It’s taking all he’s got not to thrash around. His auburn curls peeping out from his breeches wink at me in the pale moonlight.

“Hngg- ah- I- ung”

He’s choking his sounds down, so I move towards his sex and nestle my face in those auburn curls. He immediately groans, unable to take it. I up the ante by sticking my tongue out, tasting the sweet liquid oozing out of his sex. He looks so tortured, poor boy. His face flushes red, and he grips the sheets of the bed in agony.

His sex is erect, fine, long. I have never been with a man before, but I know that tonight, come what may, I want to be Ilya's.

All of a sudden, I know what to do. I stand up and whip off my clothes. Divested of my outer layers, standing in my undergarments, my chest rubbing into his face, he leans forward, taking in my scent of arousal. At this point, I groan and ask him to touch my nipples. He pushes my chemise to the side and takes my breasts reverently, squeezing them, testing their firmness, cupping them. I throw my head back in delight and pleasure. He's placing his hands on my chest, twiddling the nubs of joy. I close my eyes. He stops. He’s unsure of himself, so I tell him to continue. He nods his head eagerly and rubs his face against my chest, bounces my chest from side to side, and takes one bud into his mouth, tongue darting around it, licking it, savouring it.

"Take off your breeches.”

“Gladly, my dear. You only have to say the word.”

He removes his mouth from my breast, giving it a kiss. His sex springs forth fully as he stands up and bends down to remove his ankles from the last vestiges of his pants. He takes off my undergarments. We embrace and tumble back onto the bed together, giggling softly.

“Ilya. Il-ly-ah. Stay still my sweet.” He immediately stays still, stiff as a board, moaning, his sex rubbing against my stomach, a clarion reminder of his desire, his arousal. For me, I think wonderingly. Amazed at how much he desires me, how much he wants me.

I pin him down on his chest with my palm and hitch myself over him. I lift myself off again and feel his sex at my entrance. I'm unsure. How is his large size going to fit?

On cue, Ilya takes his sex and rubs it slowly at my entrance, moistening it. Liquid pools and I feel his sex, insistent against my entrance, sliding in slowly.

"It's going to hurt for a short time but I promise you it'll get better. If it's too much, you can tell me. I'll be gentle."

Damned plague doctor. How did he know he's the first? The thought is pushed out of my mind by a sharp pain which winds me over. He reaches up his hands to my shoulders, stilling me, as if by holding me he can remove the pain. Looking into my eyes, he mutters an apology and continues his progress. It hurts, and suddenly, it doesn't. I can feel him moving in me, his girth, me tight and snug against him.

He bucks his hips upward, holding my hips. I've never felt like this before, such pleasure, such wild abandon. Sweat drips down my front and rolls into his bellybutton. He reaches a finger down and tastes it. My mind floats amongst the realms, I can feel the magic in me growing stronger. He grows, possesses me, I sheathe him with every thrust and buck of his hips. He reaches up to the very core of me, and he strokes me, my breasts, my hips, to make sure I'm alright.

"Ung, ah, my dear I'm going to hold back till you're alright. Don't mind me - uh, ah, mff", he groans, pulling me to rest against his chest. The bed creaks with every dip. He reaches his hand into the narrow crevice between our bodies and strokes my clit. I cry out in shock and awe.

"Do you like it? I hope it's okay for you, I - uh, oh, ohhhh, uhh - just hang on", he whispers.

With his thrusting, stroking and gently murmured words of encouragement against my ear, I'm flying, lost amongst the universe, until suddenly I feel myself melting amongst an explosion of stars. I scream out his name. Over and over again. Ilya, oh Ilya, Ilya, my Ilya.

I'm slick, I'm wet, panting and unravelling. I collapse against him. He lifts my chin up and smiles, and flips me over just like that.

"May I, my darling, my sunshine, my love?"

A well of tenderness rushes up in my chest. He called me my love. Will he know that I've made up my mind to always be in his corner, cheer him on, fight for him, uplift him? Will he know that I'm here for him, with all his flaws and complexities and insecurities?

As if in answer, he stops, gives a sigh and a grunt and releases, spent. My well, already wet, is soaked. He reaches over, patting my still quivering, trembling nub below till it quiets down. I close my eyes, blind to the world except to his face.

He lets out a sob. Startled, I look into his face, tears freely dripping down his nose.

"That was beautiful... I never knew it could be like that...I've wanted you since the day I saw you in your shop...but I didn't dare, look at me, a monster, a fugitive, how could I even dare to look at you, hold you, I-"

I still his words with a kiss and intertwine my limbs with his long ones, holding him close, stroking his hair till he falls asleep. Once I hear his rhythmic somnambulance, I gently disentangle myself and stand at the window. I blow a prayer of gratitude upwards, for giving me this one night.

Then I shut the window again, draw the curtains and join Ilya back in bed, watching the candle burn out, holding him till the dawn comes.

[oreowarrior]

HNFHDNFJFNF OHMYGOD LILY WYD IM CRYING 😭😭😂😂

Marnie is super shocked and jumpy when she does that (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)💦 but that doesn't mean she'd stop hanging around Lily bc she cherishes her friend's presence and dresses //shot ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)b💕✨✨

@doriderpdoodles @oreowarrior Troy is actually a softie who wouldn’t hesitate to give his meal to Elenaore (but will probably regret later when he’ll be himself hungry as heck lmao). Marnie should be careful with who she hangs out ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[snarky-bee]

Zevwarden Week Day 1: Massage

“I’m dead. Entirely dead.” Kallian’s melodramatic complaints already had Zevran grinning as she slumped back against the door until it shut firmly. “Massage me back to life? If you’re not too tired?” She amended quickly.

He could see even if she didn’t want to impose - and how could letting him roam his hands over her naked skin be imposing - that she needed unwinding. “And turn down the chance to see you naked? Surely I would have to be dead before that happened, my warden.” The comment practically went without saying, but Zevran still had to say it lest he lose his carefully maintained reputation.

Kallian's relief was palpable as she sank to her knees on the bed, sluggishly undoing ties of her pants. Zevran's tanned hands quickly joined hers, peeling off her layers of clothing. She managed to fix a wry smirk on her lips though her eyes were tired. “If you wanna see me naked, all you have to do is ask.”

“But where is the fun in that? The challenge? There is something to be said for the thrill of the conquest and seduction is there not?” His lips found her cheek, only to end up at her mouth for languid kisses. They were unrushed, sweet as only Kallian’s lips could be.

They continued for several long moments until Kallian simply slumped against his own bare chest, hot breath blowing across a peaked nipple.

His warden was naked in his arms and he did nothing but press a hand to her head, holding her weary frame against him, fingers gently massaging her scalp. A year ago no one could have told him this scenario would have occurred without earning ridiculous laughter on his end. Now he was perfectly content with Kallian in his arms and not even acting on the arousal he felt, certain she may have noticed the bulge beginning to press against her hips. He had promised a muscle melting massage. That too sent a different warmth down his spine. That he, an assassin, was able to provide some sort of comfort and care to someone. Not just a pair of blades to end someone.

“Are you simply going to fall asleep like this or will you let me work my magic?” He teased with a gentle warmth to his voice. Kallian had a particular habit of being able to fall asleep easily and practically anywhere - presuming it was minimally comfortable. She had fallen asleep on him enough for Zevran to recognize he counted as minimally comfortable.

“Hngg,” was all he got in response and her nose nuzzling softly against his chest.

“Always a way with words, amor.”

He extracted the girl from his arms letting her rest gently on the bed, stomach down, her head on a soft pillow. Her blonde hair fanned out over her shoulders, partially concealing the vhenadahl tattoo he'd done for her months back. It really was beautiful, if he did say so himself, and his lips brushed against the branches of the tree where they met her neck. He had a keener appreciation for it now, and the meaning to her. Her roots here in Denerim, what it meant to really have a family, of unconditional support.

“Zev?” An impatient whine from her, calling him back from his musings.

It was always when one of those impatient whines met his ears that he remembered once more how young Kallian was, far too young to have such knots in her shoulders and back, like a well-weather soldier. But such was the hard life of a Grey Warden. At least he could ease some of it. And having found that sex - although a method they partook in often with great pleasure - was not the only way to give her comfort was a revelation in itself. As evidenced now by him rubbing his hands together for warmth, and simply enjoying her smooth skin under his palms, the wiry muscles of her thighs. She never minded the callouses, they both had enough to rough up their hands, and there was a simple pleasure in feeling her melt under his touch.

After rubbing his palms up and down her lean back several times until his hands matched the warmth of her skin, Zevran really got to work. Up and down her back, deeply digging into each tight muscle alternated with sensual caresses to ease her into relaxation. Thumbs soothed over those toughened muscles and worked deep into her shoulders.

The most lewd of moans fell from her pretty pink lips and had him smirking. Previously half mast, he was back at full attention in his breeches. “I haven't even nearly given you anything to moan about, mi amor. What is the phrase they say? A happy ending? We are not even close to that yet.” His voice was husky as he leaned close to her pointed ear, seeing the fine hairs and goosebumps rise along her arms.

“Feels good,” she murmured. Her words were as slurred as if she’d been drinking his brandy (again) only touched by sleep instead of alcohol. “Feet. Zev. Need my feet.”

He chuckled at her half sentences, certain she’d be out by the time he finished. “Feet are very important, yes. And yours are so pretty. All the better for those things like walking and kicking men in the groin. Though he did deserve that.” While Kallian was deadly with a blade, he had laughed out loud when a would-be mugger was brought to his knees by her swift kick. She was vicious without a weapon too. Something for Zevran to remember should he ever earn her ire to such extent.

Contrary to his usual motives, he did really hope she found sleep while he worked every muscle to relaxation. There was a calm that clung to him. His fingers tracing old scars not nearly as numerous as his own, and tenderly drawing each foot into his lap as he positioned at the end of the bed. He kissed her toes, thumbs gliding along the arch of each foot, the hands that went up her tight calves more of a caress than massage. He enjoyed touching Kallian,  her body pliable beneath his hands, the stress of each day forgotten as they retreated to their private sanctuary of each other.

Kallian was entirely limp as he worked his way up to her back once more, unable to resist planting a kiss on her pert little ass. “Preciosa, would you like me to use that oil you love so much?” There wasn’t all that much left - a testament to how much she enjoyed such a simple luxury item - but now he received no answer.

Brushing her soft hair out of her face where it had fallen, he saw heavy lids closed over her eyes, lips slightly parted in sleep. She always looked so young when sleeping; the little crease of irritation that she often wore on her forehead was smoothed out, and she was far gone to the Fade.

Zevran smiled, a puff of air leaving his lips in silent amusement. “Goodnight, my warden,” he spoke to her sleeping form. He pressed a kiss to her temple, fingers trailing once more down her hair and across her shoulders before pulling up the blankets.

[harupie]

I’ve been tagged by @vosplay thank youuu~~ this looks like fun OWO

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to know better!

a - age: 22

b - birthplace: a place in The Netherlands

c - current time: 21:30

d - drink you last had: tea

e - easiest person to talk to: uhm..uuuhmm I think my best friends O//v//O

f - favourite song: ohgawd... atm I listen to a lot of idol anime songs sooooooo it’s probs one of those songs. I really like ‘my first love’ by marginal 4 :3 it kinda reminds me of victor and yuuri everytime I listen to it bc it’s so sweet and fluffy and cute HNGG IM BEING TOO SAPPY NOW

g - grossest memory: hmmm... idk maybe that one time a bunch of birds decided to poop on me O-O I think the birbs were very big birbs..... ;; bad birbs

h - horror yes or horror no: NOOOO! just no I hate horror just give me nice things pls ;v;

i - in love?: no...

j - jealous of people?: I try not to aha...

k - killed someone?: wow whut no OAO

l - love at first sight or should I walk by again: .....idk? I think it takes some time to actually really love someone and like uhm first know each other better... I guess?? OAO

m - middle name: don’t have~

n - number of siblings: I’ve got one older brother ^^

o - one wish: YOI SEASON 2! ah i guess.... that I could like draw forever and hopefully make a living out of it somehow?? ;///v///; 

p - person you called last: uuuuuuuhm my brother I think :3

q - question you’re always asked: Sooooooooo what are you going to do now that you completed your bachelor’s degree?........ TTvTT help

r - reason to smile: my yuuri FS cosplay slowly coming together ;////w////; I mean... I still need to handsew way too many little gems and beads...... but it’s worth it and it’s gonna be so shiny and all the time I frigging poked my fingers with this stupid needle will pay off!! YEEEY :D

s - song you sang last: the opening of fire emblem heroes...... when I opened the app bc it’s always so loud and I don’t know the exact lyrics so I always make my own...

u - underwear color: gray

v - vacation: haha no... but I’m going to do some nice things in the vacation like going to amusement parks and some cons and other fun stuff C:

x - x-rays: my teeth

y - your favourite food: PIZZAAAAAAA :P 

z- zodiac sign: virgo

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Am debating on whether or not I should post somr of my drawings here hngg